One day I looked around my house,
The one that’s in my heart,
When I saw what a mess it was
Spring cleaning I did start!
I knew the task was far too great
For just myself to do,
So I invited the Holy Spirit in
To make it clean as new.
It was hard to know just where to start,
But he just grabbed the broom
And swept away the awful fears
That filled one entire room.
He had to break the lock on the door
To get to my resentment and hate.
I had my reasons for saving them all
To be used at a later date.
I thought he’s miss the back hall closet
Where broken friendships had lain,
But he brought them all out one by one
And mended them again.
Another room was piled with guilt
That collected over the years.
The relief of having that cleaned up
Was worth a lot of cheers.
When he’d cleaned the last room out,
It really looked quite bare.
He offered then to fill my house
With things he had to spare.
He painted the house inside with love
And filled each room with joy.
He found a place to put his peace
That nothing could destroy.
He oiled each hinge with drops of patience,
So they no longer squeaked.
His kindness and goodness filled the shelves
Where once resentment reeked.
His faithfulness was hung with care;
In every room was some.
His gentleness was here and there
To show to those who’d come.
Last of all he stocked the house
With lots of self-control.
I guess he knew I’d need so much
To manage my new soul.
He’s teaching me to keep my heart
As clean as it should be
I never want another mess
Like that inside of me!
©Fern Boldt 6/15/1989
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Oh, how I loved this!